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For Love of a Buck

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© Cederwyn WHitefurr

17thOctober, 2021

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I was there the stormy night you, my beloved son come into the world. My wife, your mother, was a beautiful, caring and gorgeous doe. I miss her with all my heart may she find peace in the world beyond this one, died during the difficult childbirth bringing forth the one I look upon now.

Eighteen years have passed since that night, you have grown my son, into a young, handsome buck in your own right. I have to tell you something, now that you're a man.,..

*

I put down the pen, hearing the door to my study open. Turning about, I look at my son...my son...now a buck, and a handsome one at that. His antlers are still sheathed in velvet and I know from experience, that how tender they are when they're still growing.

"Dad..." He speaks, then scuffs at the carpet and gives that sweet, innocent gaze before dropping his eyes. "I - "

Closing the book in which I was writing, I turn about to look at him. Has it truly been eighteen years? Holding him as a newborn fawn, gazing down into those brown eyes and wondering what will he become...now here he is, on the cusp of his manhood, about to go to college, get a degree and...

"Dad, you in there?" He asks, as he clasps his paws before him, then gives me a sheepish grin.

"Sorry, was just - lost in reverie." I replied, then gestured at the leather chair. "Eighteen years, three days, four hours..."

He sits nervously on the couch, his pale furred paws hanging down between his thighs. I can see the nervousness within him. I can smell it - even though he tries to be so brave and macho. This is not who and what he is and I love him all the more for it. He will never become like I am - how I was - dominant, masculine, twelve points on my antlers and a body like it was sculpted by a Cervid God. No, he is effeminate, gentle of heart and spirit, only two spikes on his antlers...so doe-like in expression and body, it...

I cough into my paw, then grin at him and rise, walking over to the liquor cabinet and taking two crystal glasses out. Setting them on the counter, I look over my shoulder at him and raise an eyebrow.

"I don't - " He begins, then hangs his head.

"I think you can have one drink with your father, after all, who knows when we'll get to see each other again? You're not only going to college, but in another state half way across the country!"

Nervously, he reaches up and scratches with his slender hooflets, at the back of his left ear. I don't have the heart to tell him he must have inherited that from his mother. It was one of her quirks that just quickened my heart.

"It's - not like, well, it is like that Dad, but I'll get holidays and I'll fly home and see you, and we can do video calling and..."

I put a double shot of scotch into my glass, then his, before thinking and adding a large round ice cube to his. Taking both glasses in a paw, I walk over to the couch and hold his outermost in my fingers. Nervously, he takes it from me then sniffs at it.

Even this simplest of moments, brings back memories of his mother - my wife - I miss her every day, as she was truly the love of my life, not only for bearing our only offspring...but for hiding my dark past and standing by me...

"Dad, you okay?" He asks, setting the glass to the side as he looks up at me.

I wipe away a tear with the back of my paw and nod at him, then raise my glass in a toast to him.

"My son, may you find love, laughter and happiness in your future endeavours. Know that I love you and I am proud of the buck you have become. I raised you, loved you and cherished you, now, you're an adult - with responsibility and in time..."

He looks up at me, then wipes a tear from his own eyes and gets a hang-dog expression on his face.

"Dad, you're being very sentimental...I'm not a fawn anymore! I'm a man and...this is so..."

I smile weakly and clink my glass against his, then take a sip of the twenty year old scotch. He does the same, then I see his eyes go wide, before he turns his head and coughs, before wheezing and shuddering.

"Go easy, this isn't some cheap liquor store stuff, this is the good stuff!"

Setting his glass down again, he shudders and winces.

"I..." He begins, when he can speak plainly again. "I got a confession dad, I just...oh gods, this is so...difficult."

Sitting on the couch, I place an arm around his shoulder and pull him close. He baulks at first, then leans in and suddenly its like he's a fawn again, his muzzle buried in my shoulder as I hear the choking sobs from him and he shakes so much.

"You can tell me anything my son, I've never...no, that's a lie..."

I hold him as he cries for fifteen minutes, gently stroking his neck and shoulders until he sniffles and looks up through those doe-like eyelashes.

"I'm...dad, I'm not...like you." He whimpers, then his ears go flat, almost as if he is expecting me to explode or rage at him.

"No, you're not..." I answer simply. "I never wanted you to grow up to be me! I want and still do, for you to find who you are, heart, body and soul. To follow your own fate and path through this life."

"I'm gay - " He squeals, then twists away and trembles.

"I suspected as much, son." I whisper, then gently turn him back around and cup his quivering muzzle with a paw, gazing into those deep brown eyes. "Ever since you were an adolescent, I had my suspicions. I saw how you never fit in with the other youngsters, never expressed an interest in that young fallow doe who definitely had it hard for you... You were never filled with testosterone and need to prove yourself and so on..."

"You...you're not..."

I smile at him, then lean forwards and gently brush my lips against his forehead, my fingers splayed out on his cheeks as I hold his head tenderly between my paws.

"I too," I begin, then sigh softly and use my thumbs to gently caress his furred cheeks. "I too... I am not gay, not that I think any less of you my sweet, gentle son. My own sexual predilections, lay with both does and stags..."

He stares up at me, his muzzle falling open as his eyes grow large.

"It's true," I smiled ruefully and nod my head. "What? You think you're the only buck to be attracted to the majestic rack of antlers, the physique and smell of another buck? Our kind have often had relationships with either sex - or just our own. We honour them, celebrate them and think nothing less of them. Such has been the way of Cervid's for millennia beyond recall!"

"I thought..." He whispered, then trembled in my grasp. "I'd heard stories..."

"From who?" I asked quietly, raising an eyebrow. "Much of what I imagine you've been told, is third or forth paw, mistruth, half truths, or outright fabrication and lies."

"You're... not angry with me?"

I smiled and kissed his forehead again. "No, my dear, sweet buck, I'm not, if anything - I'm honoured you could come out and tell me so! Why you waited so long to come to peace with yourself, I will never know."

"It..." He stammered, then closed his eyes and shuddered, taking a deep breath. "It...feels better, good somehow..."

"To admit that which you've probably known much of your life? Yes. I come out to my parents, when I was only a spiker... They... did not take it well. It's why we never heard from them when you were growing up. I do not blame them, well, now. I did when I was young, only twelve - cast out of home and my family..."

He stared wide eyed at me, then a low trembling moan come from his throat.

"No, you don't need that terrible, sad story. No, I am not angry my son, if anything, I am honoured and proud of you. You are my son, my grown stag, of whom I love, cherish and honour!"

"These...stories I've heard..." He blushed then looked away. "About...us, I mean..."

Raising an eyebrow I look at him, then gently take his paws in my own and hold them, feeling him quiver like a doe.

"What stories have you heard?"

"A... rumours, probably lies..."

I smell the fear in him, the apprehension and the reluctance to speak of it.

"My son, please, tell me - so I can tell you the truth of our people."

"It's.... like... the kangaroo's!" He stammered.

_Kangaroo's?_My mind thinks over this, trying to understand him.

"When a buck come into adolescence... his mother, the doe... she..."

Oh... THAT! My mind conjures the image and memory.

"I think I understand now son, yes, amongst them, when a buck reaches adolescence, the doe, his mother, will in a special ceremony and steeped in ritual... She will take him to her bed, teach him how to pleasure a doe. He will learn, through her, that a doe's pleasure and release should come before his own. A doe, in turn, is taught such things by her father."

"It's...it's..." He sighs and drops his head, looking down at his paws, as if searching for the answers there.

Gently, I lift his muzzle back up and look into his eyes.

"No, it is not wrong, it is their way, they have practised it for thousands of years. Humanity - refuses to accept and understand it. In so many ways, are they limited in their imagination and understanding."

Taking a sip from my scotch, I swirl the amber contents around and set it back on the table beside the couch.

"I do not hold it against them. For a thousand years, they were held back as a species, ruled over by the church and brow-beaten and conditioned by such to believe that such sharing is immoral, illegal and offensive."

"Our..."

"No, son. Our kind grew up differently, under a different culture and understanding. We did not have the same historical upbringing as humanity did, but we _are_thankful when we first come here - they embraced us, loved us and welcomed us."

"What about the..."

"Shhh." I smiled, placing a paw gently on his furred lips. "No, that was the past, we have learned to co-exist peacefully and happily since those dark times. Now, enough history lesson, speak from your heart my dear, sweet stag, tell me what truly troubles you?"

"If... I mean..." He quivered and looked away.

I just held his paws in my own, giving him love and attention, but knowing he had to tell me in his own way and time.

"If we, I mean - others like us- "

"Anthropomorphic people you mean?" I inquired, raising both eyebrows.

"Yeah... if our... culture was different and... could, I mean..."

I flicked an ear and continued to watch him, curiosity aroused.

"I mean, I've... used toys and..." He whispered, then looked away.

I smiled and once more, turned his head back and cupped his chin in my paw.

"You've never actually... experienced lovemaking? With another male?"

"I've... come close and..." He trembled worse, tears starting to well in his eyes.

Gently, I brushed away the salty tears and leaned forward to touch my nose to his as I gazed with love and compassion into his eyes.

"If you had the chance, if I offered it to you, to teach you, love you and honour you how you desire... would you? Would you trust me enough to take that which is irreplaceable?"

"You mean..."

I smiled and stroked his cheeks with my thumbs. "Yes, my son. I would take you as a stag takes a doe. With gentleness, mercy and compassion. I would be beholden to you - your desires would be my command. I would submit to you fully and without reservation. If you wish of it, merely ask, and I shall endeavour to fulfil your dreams."

"I...I don't know..." He murmured, eyes wide, ears flat and the fearful scent from him strong.

"Start with yes..." I smiled, then took his head in my paws and pressed my lips against his.

Our tongues met and intertwined like two lovers, as I heard the muffled moan from his throat. I placed my paws around the back of his head and pulled him gently forwards and continued to kiss him deeply and passionately. At first, almost timidly, did he reach out and place his paws on my chest and when I nodded my acquiescence to him, he slid them around my back and held me tight.

For five minutes, did our passionate kiss hold, until I pulled my head back and smiled at him.

"I had no idea..." He whispered, staring at me.

"That is only one thing I can teach you my son," I grinned at him, then reached up and cupped his right ear, before breathing into it.

He squealed and moaned, head tilting back as the pleasure of this simple moment flooded his body and mind.

"If you wish for me to teach you how to please another, then I am willing and eager to do such. If you wish for me to stop? Then I will. I will not twist your paw and..."

My words were silenced as he gripped me by the back of my head and pressed his lips against mine. I smiled and let him take the initiative, as he pushed me down on the couch and lay himself upon me. His inexperience and confusion was evident, as he kissed and nibbled at my muzzle and neck, but I let him explore at his own pace.

"I am your stag, do with me as you please..." I whispered to him, gazing up at him with a look of love and contentment.

He trembled, then nervously began to unbutton my shirt, before he spread it apart and gazed down at the white fur of my chest and belly. Shyly, he wriggled a little way down the couch and lowered his head, nervously licking at the fur and then placing a paw lightly on my chest.

"I am yours sweet one," I told him, completely relaxed and at ease. "Your wish will be my pleasure to fulfil."

I could smell his fear, but also, his growing arousal. That sweet, musky scent from his glands - a genetic throwback to our distant ancestors. I knew how to suppress my own urge and scent, so I let him do with me as he wished. This was about him, his exploring of my body and his burgeoning sexuality. I was to be his first, so I wanted to make it special for him.

He kissed and licked at my nipples, timidly lipping at them as his fingers gripped at my belt and in his desperation, he fumbled with the clasp. Gently, I placed my paws on his and held him still for a moment.

"Allow me..." I told him.

Quickly, I unclasped the belt and awkwardly, pulled it through the loops of the trousers I wore, then dropped it to the floor. His hooflets gripped at the tight fitting trousers, then popped the button and the zipper purred as he slid it down.

I lifted myself up off the couch, as he slid the trousers down my thighs and ankles, before sliding them off. He knelt over my shins, gazing down at the large furred sheath and scrotum which lay on my thighs. I felt no shame, no guilt, for this was for him - and in a way - of me as well.

"Dad...can..." He whispered, looking up into my eyes. "Can I..."

I smiled and nodded at him, then wriggled into a position where I was half laying, half sitting, my back propped up on the end of the couch.

"As you will my son, for I am your buck." I reminded him.

Timidly, he reached down and lightly caressed my scrotum, lifting it up and feeling the weight of it against his fingers. I trembled, not because I was afraid, but because it tickled and it _did_feel good.

His other paw bashfully encircled my sheath and squeezed ever so lightly. He could feel my impressive length hidden within it and as he began to squeeze and caress, my penile head peeked shyly from the slit and began to grow and firm.

"I've never... you know..." He blushed. "I've mas... I mean..."

"I understand, now, gentleness and care are key my son. Just like you would masturbate yourself, nice and gentle with the caresses. A Cervid's penis is quite sensitive, as you know..."

He nodded, then bit his lip, before he suddenly pulled his paw away and climbed off me. I sat up a little better, then raised both eyebrows at him.

"I need to get...something." He murmured, then left my study.

I took the moment to down the last of the scotch from my glass, and place a thick cushion behind my back, before he returned. More comfortable, I remained in that submissive posture, as I saw him carrying a pump bottle in one paw. I smiled and nodded at him.

"A wise idea, whilst our paws are quite sensitive, that won't hurt to help ease any discomfort. Now, whenever you're ready."

He knelt back over my shins, then squeezed a little astroglide into his left paw and handed me the bottle. I set it down beside the couch and placed both paws behind my head.

Carefully, he used his now sticky paw to begin to caress and stroke me, coaxing more of my Cervid length from the sheath until after five minutes, it was firm and fully exposed.

"I had...no idea..." He whispered, eyes wide as he looked down.

"Yes," I admitted, then blushed and laughed quietly. "I've been told I resemble a feral stag...in that regard. Now, as I said, nice and gentle..."

His fingers wrapped around my length and he began a slow, careful masturbation of me. I squirmed and trembled, I couldn't help it - as his fingers slid from the base up to the bulbous tip where he'd use the webbing from between his thumb and forefinger to squeeze just behind my penis head.

"Urgh - " I gasped, my hips arching off the couch.

I'd never experienced _that_before, and I'd masturbated myself many many times...

"A young otter taught me that..." He giggled, letting me relax again.

I was soon lost for words, as he'd squeeze down with his soft paw, stroke downwards to the base again, then trail his hooflets back up - each time making me squirm and tremble. Then he'd alternate, reversing his motions and even twisting his paw over as he would steadily increase the pace and strength of his grip.

"Let me know..." He murmured, as he looked down and smiled.

I nodded, biting my lower lip, as I felt him wrest a dribble of pre-ejaculatory fluid from my penis, the clear, sticky fluid dribbling from my phallus head and ooze down it and over his fingers.

I knew from experience, I could be brought to orgasm at least four times in rapid succession - one advantage of being a cervine I suppose...

I squealed like a doe, when I felt him grip tighter and begin to work me over. He giggled nervously and quickly brought his second paw into play, interlacing his fingers and rubbing my length between both paws. He would squeeze them together on the downward stroke, then relax them on the upward - sometimes reversing it and...and...

I bleated, I couldn't help it, as his head come down and I felt his soft tongue slash across my penile head. My urge to buck kicked hard within me, but I knew how to suppress it - but it was a close thing. He eased backwards slightly and pressed his elbows to my thighs. I found this awkward and modestly uncomfortable, as he learned forwards and then my mind was swept away as he lowered his muzzle upon my length.

I'd experienced such pleasures before - but nothing prepared me for_this_ experience. His tongue slurped and curled around my penile head, pressing it up against the bony ridges inside him muzzle as his head lowered further. Half of my member dissapeared into his muzzle as he looked up at me, gave me a wink and closed his eyes.

Quickly, he worked me like an instrument, only able to take half of my length into his muzzle as he slurped and suckled like a fawn. His cheeks hollowed out as he lifted his muzzle to the tip. His supple tongue flickering over the sensitive slit in my penile head, then cheeks puffing out as he pushed his head down, his hot breath washing the fur of my groin.

"Urgh..." I grunted, biting down on my lower lip as my son worked my length like he was a grand master.

Even his beloved mother didn't have the talent this sweet, gentle buck had...

He looked up into my eyes, then grinned at me and dropped his head like it had weights attached to his ears and took me into his throat. When he squeezed down with those muscles, I lost what semblance of will and self control I had...

I bleated loud and long, as I felt myself bereft of my control. My length throbbed and ached as explosive shots of my semen spurted down his willing throat as I felt those powerful muscles contract as he swallowed again and again. When he'd finished suckling my length of every last drop I could offer, he carefully lifted his head and sat up, shaking his head and chuckling quietly.

"Quite...exquisite - " He murmured, then used his forearms to wipe his muzzle of the saliva on his lips.

I lay beneath him, sweat beginning to form in patches on my fur, as I shuddered and quivered with post orgasm sensations. He looked down, then raised both eyebrows, seeing my Cervid penis still erect and slick with saliva.

"My...quite the virile stag, aren't you?"

"I've...been told..." I managed to get out through my tight jaws.

"Now, I've tasted a stag..." He winked at me, then gestured at the bottle.

My paw flopped off the couch and I handed it too him, curious and trembling. He squirted three or four pumps full into his paws and began to sensuously rub them together as he took my length between his palms and quickly coated it with the lube.

My eyes widened as he placed his knees either side of my hips and gazed down at me, then awkwardly reached behind him to take me in one paw.

"I've never had a stag before...like a doe. Toys are...one thing - but to actually..."

"Be careful..." I gasped, then felt him twitch and lower himself down.

I felt my penile head pressed against his tight sphincter - then spread it apart and ease inside him. An inch, two, four... He gasped and trembled, arching his back into a C shape as he eased downwards and took half of my length into his young, virginal body. Placing my paws on his thighs, I gently squeezed, then slid them under his thighs and tried to hold him up as he shuddered and squirmed.

I could do little to help, being pinned to the couch by his weight, but at least I could try as he pulled himself upright again and took a quick breath.

"Easy..." I grunted.

"Not...first time..." He giggled, then slid himself down again.

The warmth from his anal passage sent pleasure rippling through me I couldn't suppress if I tried. Again, he lifted himself up and pushed back down - a little further each time, until after several moments - he dropped his rump with a slap against my upper thighs and I claimed him like a stag claims a doe.

"Ooh...." He squealed breathlessly, eyes wide as he felt my fullness within him.

I placed my paws on his thighs and gently stroked him, giving him time to relax and assimilate these sensations. I knew from personal experience, silicone toys were pleasurable and entertaining - but to feel another male inside of you, the flick and pulse of his heartbeat through that length buried inside of you...the...

I felt him squeeze down with muscles I'd never imagined. It was almost as pleasurable as being inside an actual doe! Warmth and pleasure built from the base of my member to the head - whether from the lube itself or just this act of trust...I did not know. Hesitantly, I pushed up against him and he grunted and placed his sticky paws on my chest as he leaned forwards. Altering the angle of this penetration must have made it easier for him as he began rocking back and forth with increasing eagerness and pleasure.

"So... good - " He gasped, his fingers splaying out on my chest.

I looked down, seeing his own erection slapping against his stomach as he squeezed down every time he pushed back against me. Like me, he definitely was a stag, but nothing compared to my length - but still impressive in his own right.

For nearly an hour, somehow, he grunted, bleated and moaned, driving me halfway out only to slap his hips down against mine again and again. I felt his flagging tail, beating wildly against my scrotum every time his hips met mine and I placed my paws on his hips and counter-thrust against him.

All too soon, he began to pant and tremble, then as I watched, he bleated like a doe and his penis slapped twice against his belly as powerful contractions seized him and his semen spurted from his penis and splattered over my muzzle, throat and chest. I stared wide-eyed, then giggled weakly, smelling the strong salty scent of it then when he pushed back once again, I thrust with everything I could and pulled his rump down hard. My own orgasm was just as strong and forceful - his tail frizzling out as I ground myself up inside him and filled this beautiful young stag with my fawn cream.

"Fuck...dad!" He shrieked, eyes wide and head tilted back so far, I thought he'd snap his neck.

His scent was filled with passion, sweat and pure, unadulterated lust as he bleated again and again, another orgasm squirted over my chest and belly, the hot, sticky semen soaking through my fur and into my skin. I didn't mind, for the love and pleasure of pleasing my beloved stag was paramount in my mind.

"Urgh...I never..." He rasped, as his paws relaxed their tight grip on my shoulders and he gazed down at me, then flattened his ears as he seen the sticky fluids that had splattered over my muzzle. "Oh...oops..."

I smiled up at him and chuckled. "I think we need to go shower after we're done here my son..."

He nodded and trembled, then winced and I looked up at him as he shivered from ears to ankles.

"Uh...dad? I can't move...my legs have locked up..."

I shook my head and chuckled, then gently pushed up against him again and felt him squirm and gasp.

"Guess I'll have to make love to this sweet young buck a few more times, until he can move, hmm?"

He groaned and seeing I wasn't joking, wiped the grin off his muzzle like it'd been swatted away.

"How...you can't be...serious - are you?"

"I am, my dear, sweet son. I am... what? You think a stag like me would just mount, squeal and ejaculate and be done? No... we stag's, once we learn how, can make love multiple times..."

He shuddered and swallowed, before shaking his head and pushing down on my shoulders as he forced himself up, my penis sliding free of him with a wet slurp.

"My gods, you're...sure you're a stag dad?"

I shuddered, feeling the cool AC on my erection that slapped down against my belly.

"I am...a stag, yes - now, come on, before we make a mess, lets go shower..."

"Uh..." He groaned, then looked down at my wet, sticky fur. "A bit late..."

I smiled then eased myself off the couch, before I slipped my paws under his rump and lifted him up, then he gasped as I quickly pushed back inside him again and spread my fingers over his furred rump.

"I'm not done with you young stag... In the shower we go, I'll show you more pleasurable ways..."

He gripped me around the shoulders, as he squirmed and made me gasp, a quick snap of my hips making me blush as he stuck his muzzle against my left ear and nuzzled it.

"I look forwards to it... Think you...got what it - " He gasped as I relaxed my grasp and drove myself deeper inside of him, before gripping him tight again.

"I got whatever you want.. whenever you want it little doe..." I growled into his ear.

He giggled and squirmed in my loving, gentle grasp.

*

Seven times we made love, before we lay together in my bed, him snoring and me spooned in tight against his back and rump, my paws around him and holding him lovingly. I felt the warmth and love from him, as he mumbled in his sleep and his left paw slid down his sweaty slick belly and gripped my wrist before he went right back into an exhausted sleep.

"Sleep now my beloved son..." I whispered as I held him gently, my eyes slowly closing as I held his beautiful, effeminate body against mine, my love for him unconditional and irrevocable.

*

Next morning, as he slept, I crept from my room and went to my study. Opening the book, I took up my old fountain pen and continued to write.

My son, as I look back upon this, the book of your life, I am filled with sadness and love. Sadness for your mother could not see you grow up to be the stag I know and love - or the sweet, gentle doe I've come to know you as... You brought me more than pleasure and love my son. I pray I have done the same for you. You may be gay, you may be effeminate and doe-like, but you're still a stag... and a doe I love and cherish.

Love now and always,

Your Father...

END